America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Li Qun rolled his eyes at Flash. If all these people squeezed into Flash's house, the sofa would be full of people.

"Leon, do you have a grudge against someone?"

"Is your house big enough?" Li Qun reminded Fleiss.

“Hmm? That is a problem…” Flash realized.

“I could just throw parties on Saturdays and Sundays. Some people come on Saturdays, some on Sundays, and there are more than half of them I haven’t even talked to yet,” Flash said.

Flash glanced gratefully at Li Qun, then looked down and saw what Li Qun and his friends had for lunch. Flash reached out and picked up a cola chicken wing from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. Gwen looked at Flash with disgust.

"what is this?"

“I don’t want dumplings anymore, Leon. Could you bring this chicken wing to the party? Please,” Flash asked.

Li Qun looked at Gwen, then at Peter.

“All four of us brought chicken wings,” Li Qun said.

"Great."

After Fleiss left, the four of them ate lunch, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"I'm sorry to trouble you again," Peter said to Li Qun.

“I’ll pay for the chicken wings. Liqun, can you teach me the recipe for chicken wings?” Harry asked.

It wasn't just Flash who was eyeing the cola chicken wings; Harry Osborn was eyeing them too.

“It’s very simple, almost the easiest dish to learn. I can write it down for you after we finish eating,” Li Qun said.

“Harry, Gwen and I both know how to make these cola chicken wings,” Peter said to Harry.

Red came over with a tray of food, and Harry looked at the short, thin, black guy Red Hansen with curiosity.

"Master Lyon."

"There's a seat over there, please sit down."

Reed sat down at the table across the aisle and placed his plate on it.

When Flash was here, he put his butt on the table, which made the students who were eating at this table leave.

Li Qun started chatting with Reid across the aisle.

Red's fascination with kung fu began with kung fu movies and Bruce Lee. Bruce Lee, who burst onto the scene in America in the last century, was not only an idol for Chinese Americans, but also for many immigrants. His fans were not only Asians, but also African Americans, Mexican Americans, and others. The kung fu craze he sparked still has a strong influence today.

“Red, the lunches provided by the school cafeteria won’t make you strong. The first lesson I’m going to tell you is that you have to learn to make your own lunch and bring it to school, investing your lunch money in yourself in a more efficient way.”

Chapter 77 Eat Well, Live Well

The lunches provided by the school cafeteria were privately referred to by students as "human feed."

It has no taste or nutritional value; it only provides a person's basic energy needs for half a day.

However, the cost of buying lunch at the school cafeteria is no less than the cost of a meal at a restaurant outside the school.

The school claims that the food in the school cafeteria is absolutely safe and healthy, and that students will not experience any problems after eating it. This is something to consider.

Li Qun examined the school lunch on Reed's plate: a carton of milk, a pre-cut orange, a spoonful of boiled beans, a pile of salad, and a piece of bread with butter.

"Do we really need to eat well?" Reid asked Li Qun.

“I tend to be quite direct, I hope you don’t mind,” Li Qun said to Reid.

Reid nodded to Li Qun, but prayed in his heart that Li Qun wouldn't go too far, or he would burst into tears.

“You look malnourished,” Li Qun said.

Tears welled up in Reed's eyes.

"my God."

Li Qun glanced back at Peter and Gwen, then at Harry's expression, exchanging bewildered glances. Peter, Gwen, and Harry all wore somewhat subtle expressions.

“I thought you would have put it more tactfully,” Gwen said to Liqun.

"Uh... I should take my medicine."

Peter unscrewed the thermos, poured out a cup of traditional Chinese medicine from a disposable plastic cup provided by the school cafeteria, and drank it all in one gulp.

“The teacher isn’t looking this way,” Harry said to Liqun.

Li Qun turned her head away, and Reid was wiping away his tears with a napkin.

"Reed, you can't do this."

"I guess your mother must be very domineering and have extremely high expectations for you."

As soon as Li Qun finished speaking, tears started welling up in Reid's eyes again.

“You weren’t like this when I met you last semester.” Li Qun looked at Reid speechlessly.

“Master Leon, you guessed it all right.”

“My sister is sick, and the doctor said she needs to eat more. I told my mom I could bring my own lunch from home to school, but she insisted I pay for lunch at the school cafeteria because she believes the school lunches are better.”

“My mother works three jobs a day so that my sister can eat better.”

In an instant, Li Qun saw a spiral of death in Reid and his family.

“Reed, you’re right. You should stick to your guns and convince your mother.”

“You’re in 10th grade this year, right?” Li Qun asked.

Reed nodded.

“I can confirm that you are a more authoritative figure in mathematics in your family than your mother. You need to use your mathematical abilities to prove your authority and do a good job of calculating the numbers for your mother.”

"Move your lunch money into your family's food budget, so that not only you can eat well, but your sister can eat well too."

Reid's eyes hardened; whatever his master Leon said was right.

"To learn kung fu, physical fitness is fundamental. I don't want you to get leg cramps after just a little exercise."

Reed became a nodding machine, nodding incessantly.

"so……"

Li Qun got up, grabbed a tray, and bought a lunch from the school cafeteria.

“Reed, take this plate of stuff home. It’s more convincing evidence to prove your point.”

"Thank you."

Students can take their lunch from the school cafeteria home, which might not be allowed in other schools.

"Once your diet improves and your body is properly nourished, we can talk about learning kung fu."

"Ok."

Liqun doesn't know when Reed will be able to get enough nutrition, but it can at least prolong the illness for another three or four months.

Peter, Gwen, and Harry listened attentively to Reid and Red's conversation, and all three visibly relaxed after they finished.

“Almost, almost!” Harry laughed.

"Harry, what are you laughing at?" Li Qun asked, puzzled.

"I almost touched that."

“Discrimination…” Harry whispered to Li Qun.

“The school takes this kind of thing very seriously. Even if the person involved doesn’t think there’s anything wrong, if the school thinks you’ve discriminated against someone, then it’s discrimination,” Harry said.

“We chose a pretty good spot, in a corner, so it won’t attract attention,” Gwen said.

Li Qun looked at Peter. According to their usual conversational habits, it should have been his turn to speak next, but Peter didn't.

Peter covered his mouth, looking nervous. He had just drunk Chinese medicine and was struggling with a convulsing stomach. He dared not open his mouth at all, as he might spit out the lunch he had just eaten if he did.

……

……

School ended at 5:30. Liqun pushed his bicycle and walked side by side with Peter.

Li Qun didn't see Reed and guessed that Reed wasn't taking AP courses because his family's situation wasn't good enough to support him paying for early college courses.

"Peter, Lyon!!"

Li Qun and Peter looked toward the driveway. Uncle Ben was gliding slowly in his Oldsmobile when Ben Parker suddenly appeared, startling Peter.

Uncle Ben stopped the car, let Li Qun and Peter get in, and put the bicycle on the roof and tied it up.

"Peter, what's wrong with you? You should give us a proper explanation."

Li Qun and Peter sat in the back seat, while Uncle Ben's serious gaze was reflected in the rearview mirror.

“Peter, shall you say it, or shall I?” Li Qun asked.

“Let me explain,” Peter said.

“Uncle Ben, actually I’m sick, but it’s just a minor cold, and I’ll be fine in a couple of days. Li Qun took me to Chinatown to buy medicine, and it’s very effective.”

"Is that so?" Uncle Ben's serious expression turned to hesitation, and then to an expression of realization.

"How did you catch a cold?" Uncle Ben asked.

“That morning…” Peter began to explain why he had caught a cold.

“I can’t ride a bicycle, so Liqun rides his bicycle to take me to school.”

“You should have told me, Peter,” Uncle Ben said earnestly.

“I just don’t want you and Aunt May to worry,” Peter said.

“What I mean is, you just tell me, and we’ll keep it a secret from May together,” Uncle Ben said.

“Peter, sometimes you may feel that you’ve grown up and don’t need to bother me anymore. But I want to tell you that a person who has truly grown up is one who understands that he can seek help from his family.”

“Your father is just as strong-willed as you. The only time he truly understood this was after the disaster when he asked me to take good care of you.”

Peter pursed his lips.

Whenever the topic of his parents comes up, Peter makes some small gestures.